If you should call yourself a student,
a truth-seeker or breadwinner,
live this life to learn--be prudent,
and absorb the evils of the litter.

Falter you mustn't
for this path you've chosen,
among others christen'd,
to be whipped and woven.

For when even life is beat, it is
sweetened with enough strife
as to never yawn or sleep, that is
but to see a cause to strike.

On the road like the beats;
Do light the fire of Yeats:

For what's a student got to eat
but a diet of dry pasta and black beans?
For who's a student got to be
but a-filling the mold and breaking the seams?

For how much a student's got to have
but a-cashing the last eight dollars in coin?
For what's a student go to know
but abashing knowledge for generations to join?

For where's a student got to go
but when a-coming home given the snare?
For what's a student got for hope
but a waterboarding victim gasping for air?

For how's a student got to live
but in living separate selves into one?
For how's a student got to cope
but to drown the fear with instant 'fun'?

For how's a student got to set an example
but being stigmatized for education?
For what's a student got to show
but to hide existential distention?

For what's a student going to do then
but to turn a-back from all with clout?
For who's a student now?
but, now, I considered dropping out.

And for what's a student got to Bear
     but to no fault overhear:
"The Universities are a day care"?

So, hear this, I bring thee to light
It would mean our honest delight
For all to know our dire plight
But as we sing our "Fight, fight, fight!"